13: Part 1

In times of fright, a human does the first thing his mind tells him. Well, in my case, I did the second thing that my mind told me. The first thing it told me was to scream my lungs out. But the second thing that it told me, and which I actually did, was way too crazy. Yet, it was totally right.

I decided to attack the intruder.

In a snap decision, I jerked off the bed, feeling the intruder's arm fall freely from my waist. Before he could react, I swung my leg over his waist so that I was in a kind of straddling position with him, which I didn't give much thought to, and grabbed the pillow I had rested my head on. I brought it above my head before smashing it at his face. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. I didn't really know what I was doing. I had the pillow pressed on his face, which was kind of, an attempt to murder him but I didn't care, for I was solely concerned for my safety. He, whoever he was, had intruded into my room. And that too in the middle of